Diapery

Age: 16
Current Age: 17

I steal boys' underpants off of clotheslines and out of the dryers in 
Laundromats, or wherever I can get them. I hang them up in my crib that 
I sleep in because they don't fit me. But I'm not allowed to wear them 
anyway, because I have to wear diapers. When I was about to start 
kindergarten, my mommy let me wear boys' underpants to school, even 
knowing that I still wasn't potty trained. She didn't want to have to 
pack Pampers in my lunchbox so we made pretend that I could wear boys' 
underpants like all the other boys, but she knew I would need to be 
changed, but maybe nobody would notice.

I liked the feel of the boys' underpants and really didn't want to poop 
on them. But every day the poop would try to leak out of me and I 
couldn't control it like boys who aren't retarded like me. That's what 
mommy calls me, restarted. I can't even learn how to poop like a little 
four year old can. So any time I see a pair of boys underpants left 
unwatched, I started stealing them so I would have a big supply. I 
didn't want to come home from school with a load in my pants. So I 
started stealing other boys' underpants and squirreling them away for a 
poopy day.

Then one day I stole a pair of Batman Showtoons boys' underpants from 
the line and the most adorable little boy who lived in that house was 
in my class at school. I liked him because he didn't laugh at me or 
call me diaper boy, like everyone else. I didn't want to steal from 
him, but I liked wearing his boys' underpants. He wasn't a fat little 
ruffian, and often I find the boys' underpants I steal all stretched 
and ruined by some tub of lard on the couch and you only wear them 
because a good pair of cute boys' underpants becomes your prize 
possession. But that day, I was a scared little kid with a load in my 
pants, afraid of mommy. So I wore the Batman showtoons home and hid the 
underpants that I made a load in my room.

The sad thing was that the Batman underpants were the boy's favorite 
ones. The next day, when he realized they were missing, he was crying 
at the bus stop. I knew I had to give them back. But I had managed to 
poop in them and they were ruined. After they got ran through the 
washing machine there was still a brown stain . But the next day I saw 
more clothes on the line. So I decided to return the Batman boys 
underpants to the line But I didn't have any clothespins, so I 
naturally stole another pair of boys underpants to get clothespins to 
hang up the Batman boys underpants. These had Scooby Doo on them, 
bordered in black trim And they smelled clean like the adorable boy in 
my class who I stole them from. And I never wore them, so they don't 
have any poopy stains on them.